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entertain me on the road!   "Well, this thought makes me dull, and that makes me finish.    Adieu !
Yours ever,
P.S. Direct to me, (for to be sure you will not be so outrageous as to leave me quite off,) recommande a Mons. Maim, Ministre de set Majeste Britannique a Florence.
DEAR WEST,                                      Siena, March 22, 1740. N.S.
Probably now you will hear something of the Conclave : we have left Florence, and are got hither on the way to a Pope. In three hours' time we have seen all the good contents of this city: 'tis old, and very snug, with very few inhabitants. You must not believe Mr. Addison about the wonderful Gothic nicety of the dome: the materials are richer, but the workmanship and taste not near so good as in several I have seen. We saw a college of the Jesuits, where there are taught to draw above fifty boys: they are disposed in long chambers in the manner of Eton, but cleaner. N.B. We were not bolstered; so we wished you with us. Our cicerone, who has less classic knowledge, and more superstition than a colleger, upon showing us the she-wolf, the arms of Siena, told us that Eomulus and Kernus were nursed by a wolf, per la volonta di ZH'q, si pud dire; and that one might see by the arms, that the same founders built Eome and Siena. Another dab of Eomish superstition, not unworthy of presbyterian divinity, we met with in a book of drawings: 'twas the Virgin standing on a tripod composed of Adam, Eve, and the Devil, to express her immaculate conception.
You can't imagine how pretty the country is between this and Florence ; millions of little hills planted with trees, and